Love Letter
Oct. 10th, 2005 10:44 pmTo The Cunt At The Middle Table Who Left Me A Canadian Penny On A $25 Tab After I Gave Her A Drink For Free And A 10% Discount Because The Kitchen Was Slow With Her Order:
I have every certainty that you will, someday, get what is coming to you, and I heretofore refuse to waste any more energy thinking of you. When I look back in my journal and see this, I am going to bask in the warm glow of certainty that Fate has definitely evened the score and your petty, miserable little soul has in some small way had the karma you fucking owe me subtracted forcibly from it.
Fuck you very much,
A Smug Waitress
P.S. All my other tables tipped me at least 20% because they noticed what a cunt you were being, so I more than made up the $2 you probably would have left me if the Grille hadn't fucked up.
P.P.S. I rather imagine the payback will come in the form of your limp dishrag of a whipped husband actually learning to stand up for himself and leaving you, you miserable harridan. I bet his new wife is thinner, you fat fucking cow.
P.P.P.S. And as extra punishment for the unholy way you giggled (carefully within my earshot) while you put the penny in and took the receipt out of the receipt booklet, I rather hope Fate throws in a nice case of psoriasis.
I have every certainty that you will, someday, get what is coming to you, and I heretofore refuse to waste any more energy thinking of you. When I look back in my journal and see this, I am going to bask in the warm glow of certainty that Fate has definitely evened the score and your petty, miserable little soul has in some small way had the karma you fucking owe me subtracted forcibly from it.
Fuck you very much,
A Smug Waitress
P.S. All my other tables tipped me at least 20% because they noticed what a cunt you were being, so I more than made up the $2 you probably would have left me if the Grille hadn't fucked up.
P.P.S. I rather imagine the payback will come in the form of your limp dishrag of a whipped husband actually learning to stand up for himself and leaving you, you miserable harridan. I bet his new wife is thinner, you fat fucking cow.
P.P.P.S. And as extra punishment for the unholy way you giggled (carefully within my earshot) while you put the penny in and took the receipt out of the receipt booklet, I rather hope Fate throws in a nice case of psoriasis.
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Date: 2005-10-11 03:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-11 01:02 pm (UTC)People don't get it.
Well, some do.
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Date: 2005-10-11 01:14 pm (UTC)huggles and lots of chocolate,
arwenevenstar